Morning again, nothing has to be done, maybe buy a piano or make fudge.At least clean the room up for sure like my farther I've done flick the ashes & butts over the bed side on the floor.But frist of all wipe my glasses and drink the water to clean the smelly mouth.A nock on the door, a cat walks in, behind her the Zoo's baby elephant demanding fresh pancakes-I cant stand these hallucinations aney more.Time for another cigerette and then let the curtains rise, then I knowtice the dirt makes a road to the garbage pan No ice box so a dried up grapefruit.Is there any one saintly thing I can do to my room, paint it pink maybe or instal an elevator from the bed to the floor, maybe take a bath on the bed?Whats the use of liveing if I cant make paradise in my own room-land?For this drop of time upon my eyeslike the endurance of a red star on a cigeratemakes me feel life splits faster than sissors.I know if I could shave myself the bugs around my face would disappear forever.The holes in my shues are only temporary, I understand that.My rug is dirty but whose that isent?There comes a time in life when everybody must take a piss in the sink -here let me paint the window black for a minute.Thro a plate & brake it out of naughtiness-or maybe just innocently accidentally drop it wile walking around the tabol.Before the mirror I look like a sahara desert gost, or on the bed I resemble a crying mummey hollaring for air, or on the tabol I feel like Napoleon.But now for the main task of the day - wash my underwear - two months abused - what would the ants say about that?How can I wash my clothes - why I'd, I'd, I'd be a woman if I did that.No, I'd rather polish my sneakers than that and as for the floor its more creative to paint it then clean it up.As for the dishes I can do that for I am thinking of getting a job in a lunchenette.My life and my room are like two huge bugs following me around the globe.Thank god I have an innocent eye for nature.I was born to remember a song about love - on a hill a butterfly makes a cup that I drink from, walking over a bridge of flowers.